Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Erestor/?, Elrond/Thranduil (implied), Erestor/Glorfindel, Thranduil/ Viiresse (OFC)
Summary: Erestor learns he’s pregnant and starts crying rape. But is he telling the truth? Or is he trying to hide the shame of his unwedded relationship with another elf by spinning a fine web of lies.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: “?Rape?”, Angst, MPREG,
Authors Notes: Loosely based on some happenings in the LOTR RPG I’m currently playing, In Silpion’s light. Thanks to Az and her mad Elladan for the inspiration. Thanks to Milly for helping all this make sense.
Elladan woke first the next morning. He and Legolas had sandwiched Elrohir, though his twin seemed more angry than upset. He carefully slipped out of Elrohir’s arms and looked to see if Legolas was awake. The blond prince smiled at him and he returned the smile.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered kissing Elrohir on the brow.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Legolas asked. Elladan smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek before he strolled out of the room. Legolas sighed and started tracing circles on Elrohir’s bare stomach. He had a feeling the twins slept naked when he wasn’t about. His hand slipped lower and Legolas grinned, Elrohir had a morning erection. This would be fun.
Elladan slunk about the halls, knowing his father would be aggravated if he knew where he was going. He pushed open the door to Erestor’s bedroom but the bed was already made. He was about to go into the study when he heard a splash.
He turned to the door to the bathroom and pushed the door slightly. Erestor was bathing, he watched as his entire head went under water and waited. But Erestor didn’t pull his head back up. Elladan was confused to what Erestor was doing until the Elf’s head suddenly shot up. He was gasping for breath and shook his head.
“I should explain,” he muttered to himself. “And I suppose you deserve a chance to live after all the damage you caused.”
Elladan’s eyes widened as he stared into the bath. Erestor was planning to *kill* himself?
“It is not as if I have done anything useful with my life. Or there is someone who will miss me,” Erestor muttered as he struggled to stand with one hand and his oversized belly. Elladan watched, wondering if he should help when Erestor shakily managed to get to his feet using his arm and good hand on a corner of the pool.
Elladan turned, no longer having any desire to attack Erestor for what he said to his brother. He was about to slip out when he heard a splash followed by a moan. He rushed back to the bath to find Erestor floating in the water and a horrifying pinkish halo forming around his head.
He carefully pulled the Elf out of the water, grabbed a towel and placed it under his head to stop the bleeding then ran out of the room. He was out of breath when he pounded on his father’s door. A very dishevelled, half asleep Elrond opened the door for his frantic son.
“Elladan? What time is it?” Elrond asked with a yawn.
“Ada hurry! It’s horrible,” Elladan exclaimed pulling on Elrond’s arm through the halls.
“Did some thing happen to Elrohir or Legolas?”
“No, they are still in bed,” Elladan said dragging Elrond into Erestor’s chambers.
“Elladan what were you doing in here?” Elladan ignored the question and pushed opened the door to the bathroom. “Elladan what happened?”
“I’m not sure, I came to…and then I just watched him stand…I was leaving when I heard the noise.”
Elrond nodded and started examining Erestor. “Where did you find him?”
“No, was he in the water or on the ground?” Elrond asked while working to stop the bleeding.
“In the water.”
“Good, then the child may still be fine,” Elrond said. “In his study there should be some binding. Bring it to me.” Elladan quickly went into the other room and wondered if he should tell his father what he had heard.
“You are just so much trouble,” Elrond said to Erestor’s unconscious form. “Can’t you even bathe properly? Or was this another ploy for attention gone wrong?”
Elladan froze at the door, he had never heard his father sound so cruel and cold to anyone. If someone had asked him he would have said it wasn’t possible. But here he was full of malice for an unconscious, pregnant elf.
“Ada? Here,” he whispered entering the room.
“Thank you son.”
“I think the child is fine. Look, it’s kicking,” Elladan said as lumps formed and disappeared on Erestor’s stomach.
“Good, help me get him up. We should put him in bed.”
Together Elrond and Elladan carried Erestor into his bed room and placed him into the made bed. Elladan pulled the blanket over Erestor.
“I should get back to Elrohir and Legolas,” Elladan said.
“How do you two feel about Legolas?”
“He is a sweet Elf. It’s too bad we are not attracted to him as he is us.”
Elrond arched his brow. “Really now?”
“Well more Elrohir, but he seems fine with us just wanting to be friends. He likes teasing Elrohir though.”
“Umm…” Elladan said starting to blush as they left Erestor’s chambers. “Uh.”
“Ahh, I see…” Elrond said as they reached the twins room. “Well I should…” Elrond never finished his sentence as a shriek erupted from the Twin’s room.
Elrond and Elladan burst into the room and froze. They could see nothing wrong. Elrohir and Legolas were still in bed together, both with their backs to the door, Legolas spooned behind Elrohir.
What Elrond and Elladan couldn’t see was the mortified expression on Elrohir’s face or what Legolas’ had was doing to said mortified Elf.
“I told you you’d feel better,” Legolas murmured.
“I told you to stop,” Elrohir hissed in response.
“Did you enjoy it or not?” Legolas asked and Elladan buried his face in Elrond’s chest to muffle his laughter as Elrond smiled at the scene.
“That’s not the point…I mean…ARG!”
“What?” The half-elf snapped annoyed.
“You’re still in my arms.” Elrohir moaned and flopped onto his back. Legolas draped a leg over him. “Still in the bed, still half naked,” Legolas said as Elrohir pulled the sheet over himself and shoved Legolas’ leg away.
“Why don’t you just kiss me and get it over with?” Legolas asked. Elrond could not hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Both Elrohir and Legolas snapped towards the Elf Lord and Elladan who was doubled over in laughter.
“How long have you two been there?” Elrohir mumbled climbing out of bed as Legolas turned beet red.
“Long enough,” Elrond said laughing.
“I’ll see you three at breakfast,” he said strolling out, shaking his head at how similar father and son were.
“I can’t leave you two alone for a moment,” Elladan said with a grin.
“I’m going to bathe,” Elrohir said in annoyed tone.
“That sounds good,” Legolas replied.
”Alone,” he growled shutting the door.
“Seriously Legolas,” Elladan started taking a seat next to the Elf. “What are your intentions with my little brother?”
Erestor moaned as his eyes returned to focus. His head was throbbing. He tried to sit up and a sharp shooting pain in his arm stopped him. Remembering his broken arm, albeit a bit to late, he carefully brought himself to a sitting position and looked around him.
“No…no…no…no…no…” he moaned as he started to shake. This wasn’t happening, this was some kind of nightmare, he thought as his heart started racing. He had to get out of there.
Erestor tried to get out of the bed but his leg decided that was a good moment to cramp up. He started hyperventilating and when he looked at the door he was sure his heart was about to stop. The blond Elf marched purposefully towards the bed and Erestor wheezed clawing at his chest.
“Erestor! You need to breathe, what’s wrong?”
“Glor….” Erestor wheezed.
“Yes, slow deep breaths,” Glorfindel whispered, stroking Erestor’s back as he continued to wheeze. Glorfindel waited patiently and took in Erestor’s injuries. His hand and head seemed injured and there were small blisters on his arm.
Before he could even begin to ask Erestor what had happened he started sobbing. Holding onto Glorfindel for dear life.
“I’m sorry…” he whimpered. “I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry…” Erestor continued to repeat over and over again.
Glorfindel just sat there allowing him to sob his eyes out. “It’s alright,” he whispered despite he fact that he had no idea what Erestor was talking about. “Shh it will be okay.”